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Alien Fusion: A BIG MISTAKE
Mr. White exhaled, brushing off the shattered glass that littered the front of the car’s bonnet with a sweep of his gloved hand. Tiny shards scattered across the hood and dropped to the pavement with soft, tinkling clinks. He glanced at his palm to ensure none remained, then casually reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a silver flask. He unscrewed the cap and took a brief sip, clearing his throat with a satisfied sigh before speaking again."SCID has been spending—no—funneling billions," he said, “not millions, billions of dollars into a classified project."He began to pace slowly, his voice calm and precise."We handed our top scientists a challenge—to create a serum. But not just any serum. This one would be derived from the DNA of an alien lifeform… something discovered by one of our astronauts during a deep exploration mission to Planet Xerion-9.”He paused mid-stride and turned his head to look at me—no, study me."
SCID’s Most Expensive Mutant
The agents began closing in, boots crunching gravel, rifles raised, moving in formation like a pack of wolves circling their prey. Their red tactical lasers danced across the windshield, across our faces, across every inch of the vehicle. There was no space left. No gap to slip through. No hope for escape."Do something!" Cynthia barked, her voice cracking with desperation. "Anything! Or we’re cooked!"I clenched my fists, heart pounding against my ribs like a war drum. I didn’t know what to do—but I shut my eyes, trying to will something… anything… to happen. I tried to feel the same energy I felt in the lab, tried to summon that rage, that surge of power that had once taken over and destroyed everything in my path.I begged for the beast inside me to come alive.But…Nothing.Just silence. Darkness. Weakness.My shoulders slumped. My chest tightened. The beast was gone.Cynthia let out a long, trembling exhale beside me."We have no choice," she muttered. "We surrender."As soon as
The Beast Within
The tires screeched violently as Cynthia floored the gas, and the car bolted forward like a bullet down the pitch-black road. Streetlights blurred past in streaks of yellow and white, the night sky above us clouded and heavy, offering no moonlight—just the eerie hum of rotors overhead and the thunderous roar of pursuit behind.I turned and looked into the rearview mirror.Six black SCID SUVs were barreling after us—beasts on wheels—each one lit up in a dizzying mix of red and blue. Their sirens howled like wolves in the night, gaining on us with terrifying precision.“They’re closing in,” I muttered.“I can see that,” Cynthia snapped, her hands gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline.Then came the first burst of gunfire.A rapid spray of bullets tore through the quiet night—tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!—and the back windshield exploded into a web of shattered glass. I ducked immediately, shards raining down on my back and lap l
The Chase
“Where are we headed?” I asked, keeping my voice calm, though my fingers itched near my belt—instinctively checking for a weapon I no longer carried. Something was definitely wrong, and I felt like Cynthia was about to betray me. Cynthia didn’t take her eyes off the road after I asked that question. “Calm the fuck down and stop thinking I'm going to betray you, 'cause if I wanted to do that, you'd have been a lab rat since yesterday," she said firmly, her tone serious. “We are only heading to my private apartment. We’ll be safe there for now.” I almost asked for the reason why we are heading to her apartment—not out of distrust, but because everything was moving too fast, and I needed context. But I stopped myself. In a situation like this, questions could be dangerous. The truth about me had nearly been torn open. If I hadn’t silenced Doctor Trevor when I did, the entire SCID would’ve known I wasn’t John Henderson… not really. They would
Betrayer?
Without wasting another second, we slipped out of the lab and into the dimly lit hallway beyond. The flickering emergency lights still pulsed red every few seconds, painting the steel walls in a rhythm that made everything feel like we were trapped inside a heartbeat.Cynthia walked fast, purposeful—her boots echoing against the floor like steady drumbeats. I followed close behind, still feeling the faint buzz of energy running through my veins. The adrenaline from earlier had faded, but something new was settling in its place—clarity. A dangerous kind of awareness. Every sound felt louder, sharper. Every step calculated.“We’ll take the east corridor,” Cynthia said in a hushed voice. “There’s a shortcut through the bio-storage wing. Fewer cameras. Fewer people.”I nodded silently, scanning every corner as we moved. The base was huge—levels beneath the earth, miles of reinforced hallways, walls thick enough to survive a bombing. The SCID didn’t play games
CCTV FOOTAGE
Trevor’s terrified eyes darted around the lab—searching—until they landed on a table lined with volatile-looking chemicals and experimental vials.I stepped forward, ready to intercept, but he bolted—a desperate, jerking sprint toward the far side of the lab.“Trevor—don’t!” Cynthia shouted, raising her weapon.But it was too late.He reached the table, scattering beakers and tools with a frantic sweep of his arm. His trembling hand grabbed a thick syringe filled with a glowing, viscous green liquid, bubbling ominously inside the glass. The moment I saw it, a chill swept through me.“STOP—!” I shouted, charging forward.But his hand shot to his neck.Ssshhhk—THUNK!The needle pierced flesh. He injected the serum with a violent push of the plunger.Silence.Everything froze. Even the alarms seemed to fall away.Cynthia and I stared in horror as Trevor dropped the syringe. It clattered t
Make Sure He Never Finds Out
Everything was a blur.Shapes smeared into each other like wet paint. Voices echoed around me, distorted and muffled, like I was hearing the world from the bottom of a lake. My head throbbed—no, pulsed—with confusion and pain, like reality itself was struggling to piece itself back together inside my skull.—ohn…!Was that someone calling my name?—John! John, can you hear me?!I opened my eyes.Blurry light.Movement. Shadows.And then—her.The first thing that sharpened in my vision was Cynthia’s face. Framed by her dark hair, her expression was twisted with panic and something else—something I couldn’t place. She was shouting my name, over and over.“—you hear me?! Wake up! Please—!”My lids fluttered shut again, too heavy to keep open.Then—once more—I forced them open.This time, everything sharpened just a little more. The lights stopped spinning. The nausea rec
Dying Again
I let out a soft sigh, casual, almost bored, like this whole confrontation was beneath me. I narrowed my eyes slightly and kept my voice low and controlled, channeling the real John’s signature arrogance. “You’re overthinking this, Trevor,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re smart, yeah, but you’re making a hell of a mistake.”He didn’t lower the gun.So I kept going, relaxed in posture but calculating inside. “John Henderson doesn’t grovel. He doesn’t panic. He doesn’t even blink when a gun’s in his face. You think you caught something? Then maybe you need to check again. Because all I see is a paranoid doctor playing detective without a badge.”But it wasn’t enough.I could tell.His eyes didn’t soften. His grip didn’t ease. That suspicion—sharp and hot—still burned in his gaze. And that’s when it hit me.The serum.I had just been injected with the mutant reactivation serum. Trevor himself said the serum not only restor
Who The Hell Are You?
Cynthia's phone rang, its sharp chime slicing through the tense air like a scalpel. She glanced at the screen, frowned slightly, then looked at me.“Give me a minute,” she said, her voice low. “I have to take this.”Without waiting for a response, she turned and exited the room, the door sliding shut behind her with a soft mechanical hiss.And just like that, it was just me and Doctor Trevor.Shit.I cursed silently, locking my jaw to keep my expression neutral. Trevor hadn't said anything yet, but I could feel his eyes on me—studying, weighing, searching. I resisted the urge to fidget. I needed to keep it together.He didn’t speak. Instead, he turned slowly and walked over to a counter on the far side of the room. I watched him carefully as he picked up a small metal tin, flipped it open, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.He turned around and began walking toward me, the pack in one hand and an unreadable look on his face.When he stopped in front of me, he pulled out a cigarette
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